((A/N: I am soooo, so sorry that this chapter has taken so longer. This one might have been in last night, too, but my thumb was very badly jammed on the hand I primarily use. So, sorry...

{Same} Disclaimer: Much as I wish I did, I still don't own Hogan's Heroes or CBS or Bing Crosby Productions is any way, shape or form! The characters found on the show were not created by me. If they were, I'd find them a whole lot easier to write for.))

Chapter 4: Can't Fool a Psychic

For a good, long minute, four of the five prison-mates sat in overwhelmingly shocked silence. Meanwhile, already excited Carter eagerly patted his kneecaps to beckon the wolf over, proceeding to scratch behind its ears. Dragea smiled again, particularly at how well Carter was taking this. "It's a dog! LeBeau, you love dogs!" He exclaimed, attempting to persuade the Frenchman over.

"That's not just a dog, Carter! That there is a wolf!" He retorted, eyes widening more as Carter began to scratch the wolf's ears, half expecting it to bite the rather naive Sergeant's arm off or something. "Sans parler, il ya une minute, il était un homme." He murmured, not really thinking any of the newcomers would know what he said.

"Well, actually a wolf is practically an overgrown dog, and Cameron is about as tamed in that form as any dog alive." Dragea told LeBeau, honestly, and with a strong tone of respect in her voice. If all went well, Dragea kind of hoped Cawelfe would gather enough courage to ask her out soon. Hearing what was said by LeBeau in his native tongue, Dragea's smile turned into a slightly nervous one. "Would it help if I asked Cameron to change back?"

Immediately after saying so, Cawelfe's ear flattened and he let loose a soft whimper. However, Hogan managed to regain his normal temperament, and nodded. "Yes, I think that would be best if he did." He admitted, gaze still sticking to the phenomenon that was a wolfdragon before him. He did have to admit, Dragea signaled and Cawelfe once more changed forms, that it must have been pretty amazing to be both human and dragon. Not to mention, this group must have other skills, abilities that he couldn't even imagine. They could come in handy on jobs, he was certain. Nodding, he made up his mind on what to ask next. Dragea smirked, figuring now was as good a time as any to reveal their other powers.

"Well, Sir, I can't really say for certain how long we'll be here for, once we figure out where to go from here. I know how to get a rough estimate, though if you needed our help on anything, we'd certainly be glad to lend our services while we are here." She said, smiling, before Si whacked the back of Dragea's head while rolling her eyes.

"Drag, you know it's to do that to people!" Sigeron murmured, though a small smile threatened the seriousness of her scolding.

"Did I miss whatever the colonel said?" Newkirk asked, seriously confused, though no more so than Kinch, Carter, and LeBeau. LeBeau confirmed it. "He didn't even say anything." He said, frowning, eyebrows furrowed. Hogan's eyebrows were furrowed, as well, though had straightened up out of shock of hearing his thoughts answered directly. Softly and sort of incredulously, yet irritated all the same, he ignored what Si had called Daria and answered with, "You're right, I didn't say anything... Out loud. Daria, do you often intrude on people's private thoughts?"

"Well, Si, they have a right to know that I have the tendency to do this sort of thing. You know, it's practically the only way to convince humans I'm a legit psychic." She murmured, though flushed deeply at being talked to like that. Cawelfe began to growl at the accusations he knew she would take rather harshly. She continued to blush at his defense of her treatment, but waved his growl off, cutting it short as Hogan raised an eyebrow at this. Dragea turned to him, obviously a little hurt by his question, shown through her narrowed eyes and frown.

"Actually, I try not to, colonel; I feel it's an invasion of privacy. Sometimes, though, this 'gift' tends to work or decides to be quiet on its own. Twenty years of practice, the last seven or so extensively trained, you'd think I would have better control over it. I don't." She explained, sighing, but shaking it off slightly.

"You look a little older than 20." He muttered, still a little put off by his mind having been read. It made him feel unnerved about what else she might have read from it. "What else do you know that you probably shouldn't?" He asked, thinking to himself for a moment. Then, it occurred to him what she'd said. "Could you control it enough to purposefully read someone's?"

"I am, but it takes time for ESP to develop, just like anything else. Five years, for mine." She explained, at first blinking in confusion, but soon understanding what was meant. She blushed fiercely at his asking that next question. "All of it: Your tunnels, your sabotage operations, the whole ensemble; but not because of reading it from your mind. If it's alright, though, I need to keep that much of my knowledge to myself. As to answer your question, I could, but it's draining. Not to mention, using it too much can make me sick to a point." She murmured, truthfully, once more causing most of the group to become nervous and suspicious. After all, who was to keep their secrets from being told from someone who could actually prove it to someone else?

"Understood, on both accounts. Although, it's a little unsettling to hear you didn't read it out from any of us and still know our set-up. You can't even tell us how you know?" Hogan inquired, receiving a thorough shake of her head in response, her rainbow hair swaying with the movement. He sighed, though curiously pushed aside a thought to ask why her hair was that colorful. Reluctantly, not really wanting to drop the subject, he had to agree. "I suppose that's fair. Being psychic must entail a good deal of responsibility, I expect. Anyway, you said you could get an estimate of how long you'll approximately be here for?"

"Ah, yes! Andrew?" She asked, turning slightly to look at him, while Carter perked up eagerly, wishing to help.

"Yes?" He asked, causing Dragea to give him a small smile.

"Oh! No, my Andrew, not you. Thank you, anyway, though!" She smiled, though it turned into a frown as Newkirk spoke to Carter, softly, in side conversation.

"See? Now, didn't I tell you that would happen?" He chided. Carter looked a little on the unhappy side, but otherwise didn't react much to it. He was still kind of nervous about speaking, after being so harshly told to shut up. Anectora's eyes widened in slight surprise, instantly making eye contact with Dragea. "Y-yes, Pri-" He started to ask, before Dragea cut him off by glaring at him quickly.

"What's your E.T.D.?" She asked him, careful not to let the anxious teenager of seventeen to use her royal title. Granted, she was finally growing accustomed to hearing the title being directed at her; to formalities, as well. However, she really wasn't too thrilled over it, even now, and she certainly didn't want to find out how they would all react to the discovery. Newkirk was who particularly made her a little nervous, since Britain was a monarchy.

Anectora nodded again, beginning to concentrate. He had been quite physically weakened by the use of his own complex ability. From this, he could tell about how long it would be, before he would be allowed to use the counterability to send them all back. Then, suddenly, he blinked in confusion. "That's weird... Feels like a week."

"A week? I thought..." Dragea murmured, mostly to herself, letting the silence drown out her words before they were spoken. Her mind raced to think of any and all possibilities to why it was so long a time frame. She had a bad feeling, though, and she was certain she knew the exact problem. "Cawelfe, I think they're here."